Wednesday, August 3, 2011

today

Spent all day traipsing around Manhattan today in meetings. Not complaining - I got to ride in a car and pretend that I'm a person of status. A hotshit powerhouse. Change the world with the decision to swath a room in gold lame and urns of zinnias!
Just allow me this, please.

At least my appointments got me out of the house. Yesterday I sat staring at the wall, considering what to eat for lunch in the most uninteresting way. Do a handstand. Fall. Walk to the other side of the apartment. Consider the dog hair-dust bunnies. Then a tomato sandwich. More staring.

As a child I had a severe boredom troubles. Threw a lot of tantrums. Wailing about how bored I was.

What can I say, I like to be entertained. Once when a promise of a trip to the mall was cancelled on a Saturday afternoon for really no good reason at all, I remember grabbing a small paring knife in the kitchen and threatened to slit my wrists. I remember this so vividly -- my parents sort of sashaying their way through the kitchen with coffee cups, glancing over their shoulders at my meltdown in the corner and then snickering to each other, sharing a moment of humor unique to parents. My rage further fueled, I retreated to my room to devise a more effective tantrum.

It pains me suddenly to recall the colorful display I saved for the occasional lost card game.

I digress.
It's raining; lightly but steadily right now; 72 degrees; 7:16 at 147 Van Dyke Street. Am I misusing semi-colons?

I'm back at the studio and my plants are all glistening in their relief on the sidewalk outside. I fixed that quick bouquet with some sweet potato vine, carrot flower, marigolds, asparagus ferns, kale...the drill. Shot it in the rain, not caring if my camera got wet, feeling thankful that this planet, in all it's distress can get it together to give us some gentle relief. And thankful that I don't have to haul a 5-gallon bucket of water (twice!) down 2 flights of stairs to water my garden at home tonight.

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To be fair to myself, I did get up and make that there yesterday. The simplest rustic tart from David Tanis' book Heart of the Artichoke adapted for blueberries - a bit early for them, but I'll explain where I got the berries tomorrow.. Get that book if you haven't already, it's one of my favorite things to pull out and read over breakfast or if you find yourself unmotivated with a refrigerator full of someone else's old produce...

15 comments:

Liane said...

hey sarah. hot shit. i just added that book to my cart, you enabler.
i can perfectly visualize you have those hissy fits.

alexa said...

gorgeous arrangement and tart! they really compliment each other actually

Miz.November said...

We weren't allowed to say that we were bored when I was a child. If we as much as muttered the word, mom would put us to work. Of course, I am also very easily amused, so boredom was a rare thing. Still is.

Anonymous said...

You're pregnant aren't you!?

D said...

You're on fire, Baby-G. Got me hitting Borders' going-out-of-business sale later today...

Sarah said...

anon; OH HELL NO, gross.

count buckula said...

@ november - same here, but that didn't stop me! needless to say I did a lot of chores...

Anonymous said...

sarah do you want kids?

Anonymous said...

You know maybe you should just chuck the whole wedding / special and I do mean special event flower tyranny business and I don't know..become a photographer ie Carolyn Cole... because you're really brilliant at this.Breath takingly beautiful photos.
I made bridal headpieces for a number of years and it MADE ME GO CRAZY!Boredom is the first stage...and then it's really down hill from there...

Sarah said...

anon; why are you selling some - if so, how much can they bench press?

17 beats. said...

yo bitch just want you to know that i am not anon ! haha.

by the way, i can't imagine that your hissy fits at losing card games are even close to being worse than mine.

Barbara said...

I just came across your blog and fell in love with your flowery art and photographs. You are my new hero - Barbara

seesaw said...

that tart looks delicious.

reub-envision said...

the top right photo is positively gorgeous (and this after scrolling through so many of your posts)

your flowers & writing have me spell bound & glued to the screen

reub-envision said...

and if the anon with the bench pressing kids has any extra laying around that could shovel my driveway this winter; send em over

ps: I laughed so hard at your bench press comment